Here I am, stashed away in the back yard. My inspection ports are open and the wind blows right through me. I'm freezing! Once in a while, the cats bring me tidbits of gossip about Skipper. Other than that nobody talks to me and I'm lonely.
I know that Skipper is in the house, looking at a big picture frame hanging on the wall. The cats tell me that the frame shows a lot of pictures of things called "Football" and "Hockey". I hope those are things that you can't do in the summer, because I'm bored to tears sitting back here, and I can't wait for sailing season to start!
